The Howling Wind

My hands are cold from the howling wind
They are clammy and creep with veins
My cheeks are rosy from the howling wind
They sear and sting with pain

The day is quiet as the howling wind
Rips through the still, blue sky
We all sit motionless as the howling wind
Blows the world awry

Blossoms die as the howling wind
Rages through the woods
But no one cared about the howling wind
As long as the trees still stood

We grip each other as the howling wind
Lashes us all around
We brace in the way of the howling wind
And wonder if it ever dies down